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Marjoe Gortner the Pentecostal child preacher

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More Child Preacher videos here

The Zimmers “My Generation”

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Awesome! Old people rock!

With a combined age of more than 3,000 years, they are not the most obvious rock ‘n’ rollers. Brought together for a TV documentary, they have attracted a cult following after recording a version of The Who’s My Generation and are destined for chart stardom.

The group, which is fronted by bingo devotee Alfie Carretta, 90, were handpicked by BBC documentary-maker Tim Samuels who was shooting a hard-hitting series on the isolation of the elderly in Britain.

As the programme evolved, Samuels decided as a finale to gather his elderly subjects to make a memorable musical statement about their situation.

The project snowballed. U2’s producer Mike Hedges and Band Aid video director Geoff Wonfor became involved, and recording time was secured at the famous Abbey Road recording studios.

Showing 300 for what it is… just fucking silly.

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The promo 300 deserves. I’ve watched this about 30 times and it never stops being funny to me.

This one is pretty damn funny as well…

For more 300 mashups go here.

Finest application of art and flash technology I’ve ever seen.

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If you don’t click here you’ll miss out on something truly, truly wonderful.

This is Reality

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I’m rapping with a friend of mine at the anemic Wizard World LA comic book convention, a sad song of an event that’s dangling off the cliff-edge of the world and loosing its grip more and more with each passing year. We’re at a booth where they’re pimping some short film that seems to be about yet another “badass chick” who solves all her problems like a man (could babes with guns be any more Freudian for fuck’s sake?).

In time we’re approached by a short woman who is shackled down with all the technological trappings of a TV Production Assistant. She leads with her strategically revealed, nuclear cleavage. She tells us that Gene Simmons and the crew of his new reality show is coming around the corner and that we should just “act natural” if he deems us worth talking to.

Then, like a great cry for attention personified, Gene walks into view. He is the nexus of self-important activity, orbited by his camera and audio crew. He is desperate to be the king of something, anything. He feeds on adoring, curious and even mocking glances like some massive, old, American car sucks on gasoline. In fact, in every way he is a 1957 Buick Road Master, languidly tooling by on a Sunday afternoon. He is something that was designed for majesty in a time when there was more space and less practicality. A mechanism fashioned before the age of irony. The very benchmark of a value system that, long, long ago, went off the tracks.

“Be cool” Nuclear Cleavage whispers to us proudly, “This is reality”.

– Joshua Dysart
03.19.07

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